I was cold on my walk tonight, which is unusual. I think
tonight is probably the coldest of the winter so far.
But coldness of the body is perhaps easier to bear than
coldness of the spirit. Imagine my mortification when M’Lady S told me: ‘I can
see you sitting by a coal fire.’ Such a statement has one anticipating the pipe
and slippers joke. Poor JJ. It’s a shame for me, isn’t it?
I gave a spirited rendition of The Parting Glass – for the benefit of the little people, you
understand – whilst walking down the lane from my house. (That was before I
became too cold to sing.) There was no applause.
And I had a chilling thought when I walked out of the house
into the blackness of a moonless night. I imagined walking around the corner of
the wall, and there at the end of the path, held in the beam of the torch, is a
woman in a long white dress, with long black hair, standing stock still and
staring intensely into my eyes. That’s spooky.
Did I ever write a post about my lifelong fear of mad women?
(I’m talking Mrs Rochester, not Margaret Thatcher.) I used to have a recurring
nightmare about one when I was a little boy. And I can’t think of a suitable
joke.
Time to get wet.
2 comments:
I find it so odd. I have spent so many years of my life thinking no one understood me and my complex ways. But then I meet this friendly man on the lanes and despite our rare opportunities to talk I feel as though he entirely relates to many of my norms and values! The thing is, he says he finds it embarrassing that one should say 'I can imagine you Infront of a coal fire' but the fact is, you should feel quite the contrary! Its my favourite place, I can sit there for hours and sometimes believe I have no worries in the world! Y p.s all apologies more than accepted! X
Yo, Sarah!!
That was just a JJ blogging joke. (Weird sense of humour.)
And Thank You!
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